Saw an old dog today.
His eyes did not look good,
his legs could barely carry him,
there were lumps all over his body
and he smelled bad.
He was a dog I could relate with.
I said, "Hello there Mr. Poochie,"
and scratched the top of his grey head.
He kept on walking,
he did not want to fall any further behind.
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